My Bodyguard

19

"Why do you keep blushing?" Sugar kept poking my cheek and I swatted her hand, shaking my head.

"Nothing. The pastry is making me work." I mumbled, doing the croissant dough.

"Yeah, as if you're it the first time. You did something embarrassing, did you?" She asked poking my cheek and tickling my neck, making me squeal.

"I didn't do anything!" I huffed, rolling my pastry dough again and she was silent but she found something.

"You got a hickey!" She squealed excitedly and I looked at her, not understanding it.

"What?"

"The red spot on your neck. Your husband left a mark." She was extremely proud for some reason, pointing at it repeatedly and I held my neck, not understanding why.

"Why would he leave a mark?"

"Because you're his. He left a love bite as a mark of love, how sweet!" She clapped excitedly and I blushed so hard, slapping her arm.

I held my neck for a while, remembering the things we did.

It felt so good. I felt better from the first time and he was so- excited?

The way he kissed me, gracing his hand on my body- I feel something right now.

I washed my hands, continuing on my pastry and tried my best not to think about it. It keeps making me blush.

I go to class and alternate work every week. Since I trained Sugar to do some basic things, it was okay for me to do less work.

But I feel happy with everything.

I took some croissants and blueberry danishes home, walking by myself but I remembered that I needed groceries.

I went to Walmart, getting things I needed and I was taking some snacks along with chilli powder. I was thinking of making Indian food tonight.

"I'm sorry!" Someone accidentally hit my shoulder and quickly apologised. I turned, waving my hand off.

"It's okay." I cracked a smile but some of my things fell. She crouched down and took it while I kept saying it's okay.

She's an old lady. She shouldn't do things.

"It's really okay, thank-"

"I'm so sorry, my child. Have a good day, bless you." She said holding my head, smiling at me and I froze.

I turned, looking at her.

"Mommy?" I mumbled, looking at her and she was holding another man's hand, saying something while I stood there, being so frozen.

She's my mom. I know it.

She's alive?

All this while she's alive?

She was gone by the time I wanted to talk to her and my ears were ringing, making me tune out from everything.

I wanted to tell her that I'm her daughter.